Hi! How are you? I’m great. I am enjoying the weekend because I have barely had one off lately so it’s nice to have no commitments. As a result of my lack of anything to do, I decided to go swim suit shopping for my upcoming vacation…
I once made a life rule that I could only go swim suit shopping when I was already in a bad mood. If it goes well? Your mood is lifted! If it is as frustrating and annoying as the last two decades of swim suit shopping as a pre-teen to now have been, then at least you’re already in a bad mood. Don’t ask. My logic works every time so I only go swim suit shopping in certain moods.
Lately I’ve been really having a hard time with my body image as a result of how much weight I’ve gained. I see myself in two diferent capacities. I see a pair of really strong and fit legs, and I see a really large stomach. Those are the only things I see right now when I look at myself. It is a strange concept to love half your body so much and be a little disgusted by the other half of it. I knew swimsuit shopping was going to be a mental battle because of that very reason. Those are the two things I see when I put myself in a swim suit.
I live close to an Old Navy so most of my wardrobe is from there (or Lularoe but more on that later in life). That old navy is also where some great moments have happened including my first pair of size ten jeans:
both of those days were amazing. I was so proud of my body. You can tell by my grin.
Today was a little bit of a different story. Last year I told myself I was going to wear a two piece swim suit this summer, so I browsed through the slim pickings available and grabbed multiple sizes and in I went….. (heavy sigh)(brace yourselves)(you’ve been warned)
But the struggle when I looked at the rest of me was a real eye opener. I flashed back to images of myself back at my highest weight and felt like I was back in that body again. I know I’m not, but it’s alarming how quickly my mind can go from 0 to 264.2 in a matter of seconds.
I flashed back to this version of myself. The one that didn’t run marathons, knew how to order a chicken super burrito with no beans in Spanish at every taqueria, and only ate a vegetable if it was a French fry or a chicken Caesar salad. The one that didn’t have a weight problem because she wasn’t trying to lose weight so there was no struggle. She didn’t have a body image problem because she had accepted she was fat and that was the end of that.
And the feeling of being back in that body was surreal. When I did a production of Jesus Christ Superstar right before I rejoined Weight Watchers, there was a scene (the temple scene) where I played a prostitute (why the choreographer chose me for that instead of the leper scene I will never understand) and the costume for that made me want to jump off of a freaking cliff. When the costumer handed me my costume I was like “ok funny joke but where’s the rest of the costume to cover me up”. That’s what this swim suit debaucle made me feel like. That moment. But as a reminder to myself, I’m not where I was. I’m here and now.
I’m not really sure what I’m getting at here. I guess I wanted to just talk about when your mind doesn’t catch up to your body, even after years and years. Maybe I’ll get there one day. Maybe I won’t. But today I did not purchase the swim suit and I will continue searching until I find one that makes me feel like me.
Mr. Fat to Fit told me he has always thought I was beautiful and doesn’t see me for my size. I need to take a page out of his book and look at myself the same way.
Cheers to swim suit season and positive body image my friends!